Head back in.

Figuring there's no harm in taking another look around, you head inside. Peeking into the gym area, you don't see anyone you're familiar with and decide you might as well head home. Before doing so, though, you head to the spa section and make your way to the main desk to look at your schedule for the next week. Sitting down at the computer, you begin to browse through your upcoming week when one of your usual clients walks by in her robe.

"Oh, David, I was looking for you earlier, but they told me you had the day off today."

Mrs. Jane Parker has been a regular client of yours for the past year and a half, getting massages bi-monthly. A mom of 2 daughters, she just celebrated her 40th birthday this year. 5' 7" with brown hair and brown eyes, she has huge, G-cup tits that no bra can adequately control. Her husband's job has them well off, but keeps him working long hours and traveling on a fairly regular basis, making her somewhat of a single parent. She's always telling you about all the running around she has to do to get the kids to practices, tournaments, showcases, school activities, and things with their friends, and what little time it leaves her for herself. Usually she's only free to book massages when her kids are at school, so you're surprised to see her there today.

"Oh, hi Jane. Yeah, I am off today. I was here to work out and I thought I'd take a look at my schedule this week while I was here. What are you doing here on a weekend? Nothing going on with the girls?"

"No, shockingly enough. Neither girl has anything with sports today and are both spending the day with friends, and my husband is getting caught up with stuff at work. I figured I'd take the opportunity to pamper myself a little. It's too bad you're not working, I was hoping you'd have room to slip me into your schedule for a massage. Maybe this is fate, hmm? You're here, and I could sooo use a massage. I know it's your day off, but I can make it worth your while. I'll give you double of the usual, that is if you don't have to get going. I honestly don't want to keep you from something if you have plans."

Double the money!? Jane is actually one of your more pleasant clients and you would have considered doing it for the normal rate, so you're not going to say no now. The facility keeps fifteen percent of all booked massages, but you keep 100% of your tips so this will actually work out better than if you did two massages, and in half the time! She usually books a 90 minute massage, so you'll have only given up 2 hours of your Saturday, tops. You check today's schedule to make sure there's space available in one of the rooms then agree.

You guide her to the room, glancing in to make sure it's straightened out and everything's where it should be, then excuse yourself. You give her a few minutes to get herself ready, then return, knocking at the door to make sure she's ready for you. "Come in." you hear in response.

As you step into the room and your eyes adjust to the dimmed lighting, you see she's on the table, lying in her stomach. Jane was initially a little more bashful when you first started giving her massages, often staying in her bra and panties the whole time and keeping everything that wasn't being worked on covered with a sheet. Over the past year, as she's become more comfortable around you, she's realized these things get in the way more than anything else, and has started to begin the treatment completely naked; today being no different. Gathering your things, you take a moment to enjoy the site before you. Her plump, round ass, the small of her back, and the plentiful side-boob peeking out from under her. The little blue pill you took earlier is still in your blood stream and you feel your semi-erect cock begin to thicken at the site of her naked form.

Applying a liberal about of massage oil to your hands, you start at her shoulders, neck, and upper back, focusing on the knots of stress you find there. "Oh my god, you don't know how much I needed this." she tells you. "Thank you so much for doing this for me."

"You're welcome Jane. I'm glad things worked out how they did and I was here to help you out." As the massage continues, you keep your talk to a minimum, letting her be the one to initiate the conversation or just lay there and relax. Your hands move down her back, across her hips, and down her legs, giving extra attention to the sites she cues you to.

One of these is her left glute. "Ooh David, could you work that spot a little? I think I did something in yoga class the other day, it's been tight there since."

As you squeeze and knead the soft, supple flesh of her ass cheek, you're given the slightest peek of her labia and you begin to have dirty thoughts, thinking how easy it would be to slip a finger between them. At no time has Jane led you to believe or dropped hints that she's wanted anything more than a massage from you, and you typically wouldn't take that type of risk at work, but your cock seems to have pulled the blood from the portion of your brain that supplies your rational thoughts and you start to consider it more and more. At best, you could end up fucking this rich, needy, soccer-mom; at worst, fired from your job and sued for sexual ****.